enter at will
i scan the dank alleyway with skyblue films, my nostrils flaring as a reflex to the musty stench that will forever linger in these parts. without hesitation i amble further into the enveloping darkness, my experienced orbs quickly adjusting to the low light that streams only from behind me; the world outside. i allow myself to fall backwards into my past, my thoughts roaming through my mind quickly - as if my life flashed within me, as if i was to die. but, being experienced with these hoods i quickly force myself back to reality, continuing to glance around me, natural expression of hatred coming through my chisled features.

noticed
as my travels continue at a slow-like pace i begin to hear the ragged gasps of one attempting to breath. it's not a treasured sound to catch, definately one i would have preferred to leave unnoticed. but it continues. perhaps a mingled sob within there once in awhile? out of sheer curiosity i search out the creator of these mangled noises, the guilty one being that of a beaten female form. i could've forced a sympathetic appearance, but my past had slammed that door once and for all - so it seemed - and i merely allowed my eyes to course over her limp, tangled frame. how miserable.

approach?
i halt infront of her petite frame, taking note of the piercings and tattoos that coil her delicate epidermis; but being new to this metropolis, the gang-member signature was unknown to me. towering above her - my well-built frame of 6'5" - i peer down at her, a sense of compassion perhaps eluded in my naturally stony gaze, although the coldness that i've always emenated still remains. i stretch out a single paw, a subtle sign to show that i would help, if need be or if help was wanted. i couldn't force upon her what she didn't want - well, i could...

waiting
my glance continues to course over her small frame from peds to skull, a beaten and bruised creature was what i had befallen upon. she seemed a pitiful mess, even to a person with my previous experience with these issues; could anyone, even the coldest beast, help but feel slightly disheartened at what the world has become?